Thursday, September 09, 2004 @ 15:21
number fifty-six
yo ladies and gentleman, boys and girls and kentucky-fried chicken's chicken (they so nice to eat sia, se-dap), the one, the only the magnificent, the amazing the er....magnificent nijiguh is back.
thank you thank you. aiya, don't need such a warm welcome what. i only posting only. i go hack my bro computer again. and better still, he last time never see my post. haha. he so goondu sia. alamak. now playing my band. woo. so nice. the fat boy in the video so handsome, like me.
okay. no more rubbish. today i heard from my brother that his school got what blahblahblah meeting la. then they never call him. so he pek-chek la. so early in the morning call him to go school for dunno what crap. he never go in the end. stay at home drink kopi and read newspaper.
just now i go the kopitiam meet a few of my buddies. then we talk talk talk then don't know how talk until about ghost stories. then got one of my buddy he told me about this ghost story that he heard from his father's friend's daughter's cousin's brother's friend's sister's grandmother's neighbour's son. the story is about a person who has split personality. talking ribbish sia him. then he say that guy go bite people thumb and keep a thumb collection.
when he say that right, i almost choke on my chicken rice ar. wah lao, like this also can one meh? pro-ded sia. i haf never heard such a lame story sia. and when i laugh, my buddy angry, so he go pour his pepsi on me. stupid fella. waste pepsi.
then i go read my bro's one guy the link. that guy called 610syx. wah piang, i tell you, that guy is pro man! he went to ophir. then talk so much rubbish in his blog. i read already laugh until my stomach pain like mad.
wah. boring leh. tv got nothing to watch. counter-strike play and win until xian already. last time i play with a suaku person. out of 14 matches, that guy lost 11 to me leh. wah seh, he all kena headshot by me. i go play-play with him, go shoot his hand, shoot his leg, then shoot his head. and all the while i shot him and he don't know my location. pro.
xian. monday must go back to the cookoo yalam school of mine. must go see all those gangster. yesterday right, i walking home that time hor, saw this yalam boy and his gay yalam partner, taking pliers, scredrivers, hammers, and then poking the bicycle lock. so bad sia yalams, kapok other people bicycle. then when i return that time right, that yalam saw me looking at him. then he action action pretend pretend nothing happened and he said hi to me.
wah. his that gay look ar, make me want to karate chop his nose. then i thought of calling police coz' i so goo citizen right? but then i never la. best not to mess with the yalams. eh, don't get me wrong okay! i not some sissy ku-niang, i just don't disturb yalams because i disturb them only, then they will speak in that alien language of theirs and spoil my ears. so i just ignore them.
i not against yalams la. i only buay-song with those bad yalams only. because they so action beh-lek, see already want to vomit ar.
i think i go already.
or my brother will come smack my ass.
then pain.
bye bye.
i next time then come again.
i say bye bye right? why u still reading?
a.p. izzit?
want to fight ar?
fight la!
!!!
so come on, tell me.